I just had a reply to one of my YouTube comments. It was the
sort of reply which causes my Gregory House side to leap frantically up and
down begging for permission to fire off an apposite response. These days I can’t
allow it, of course, because while dear old Greg will wander around in the fog
after he’s dead, wondering why he can still think even when he can’t see
anything, I’ll be basking in the divine light where wood nymphs frolic and the dietary
cholesterol in ice cream doesn’t matter any more.
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